Ese Rich Roc (Spanish F.L.Y.) - Soy 18 With A Bullet lyrics

[Male Gangster] You know what, mayne? I'm gonna say something, mayne, that I been dying to say, mayne, for a long time [Verse 1: Ese Rich Rock] Orale ese, let's load the shotgun up To show them all that S. F.L.Y. gets the job done Cause it's about time they learn how it really goes down So throw on the 'Friscos And roll through the brown side of town In the fleet line Bald, you all go on, you won't last long, see I'm With my homies, and all of them are packin' If you got pleito, yo te voy, we'll be attackin' Hardcore cholo Maybe you didn't know, so You think I'd give you a chance, at last, hell no Show no mercy Like the veteranos who still kick it Throw on the Sly, slick and wicked And turn up the oldies a little higher Drive a little slower like my O.G. lowrider See, I'm insane, soroll out with no shame You mess with me, I settle the score with pain Just look at the chavalas I k** Look at the cemetaries I filled And, I, still, will, get ill, until You heard the message, you already should have knew it Mato a todos, Soy Eighteen With A Bullet [Chorus: Pete Wingfield] I'm eighteen With a bullet Got my finger on the trigger I'm gonna pull it (Watch out) [Verse 2: Ese Rich Rock] Nosotros rifamos marijuanos You think you a loco, no, not even almost Bring all your socas, down to my rifa I'll be the one with your b**h down at Tequila And when I see ya, a**, I'm gonna blast Fuca, it fast, it's remember in the past With my sawed off shotgun, no the job's not done Til I point the cuete and watch all scrapas, run Cause when I'm buzzed, I don't quit Pull the trigger, who it hits, it hits And when I aim, I don't miss Simon, just another leva on my hitlist How many's this, mayne Could take, nobody knows All I can say is, "Don't mess around, holmes" Because I'm down to be brown to the heart And it's that Chicano power that starts to set us apart Soy diez y ocho with a bullet Yeah, you knew that I pull it, but never knew why I do it To get rid of all these sissy a** vatos And let 'em know you don't {*f***} with the loc's Mexicanos [Chorus] Got my finger on the trigger I'm gonna pull it I've picked a clip now I'm a son of a gun [Verse 3: Ese Rich Rock] Murder goin' on in the area Anyone start pleito, huh I'm daring ya Cause I'm carrying a shotgun Finger on the trigger It takes a second to figure out I'm loco por vida, it's my life, so let me live it No los chingamos todos And you can't deal with the Loc's, Latino Why don't you watch me go Trigger happy and start cappin' and watch the people Run for cover and k** another dumb lie Won't give a damn as I see these silly socas drop To the ground, now you found, you don't mess around With the Foolish Loco Youngsta, down to die S. F.L.Y., talkin' more mess than you ever could To get down or walk through your neighborhood But if you roll through my hood, you should trucha Cause if you don't, well, we just might shoot ya That's how we are, that's how I am, that's how we k** Talk some mess, I'll pull out the cuete, then I will Go insane and aim, and then pull it Mato a todos, Soy Eighteen With A Bullet [Chorus] I'm eighteen With A Bullet Got my finger on the trigger I'm gonna pull it Yes I will {*gunshot*}